Fifty Shades of Alice Through the Looking Glass (Second Book of the 50 Shades of Alice Trilogy)

was so big, her muscles could do nothing but clench, and as her body gripped him, and she slowly thrust herself on him, in and out, in and out, the heat kindled into fire and the fire started to consume her.
    She’d had a lot of orgasms that day. So many, she’d totally lost count. But between the thrusting and the stretching and the gripping and the friction, Alice totally lost control.
    Her screams echoed over all the paths through all the trees in Looking Glass Land, and she suspected that the spasm of her muscles and the fire in her loins would never stop. Then finally Humpty gave out a shout of his own and his hips bucked several times.
    “Damn,” he said. “That was epic.”
    Alice felt him grow soft inside her, and with some effort she slid free.
    “Oh my heavens, Humpty. That was something else.”
    “Wasn’t it, though?” Said Humpty, and then the most peculiar thing happened.
    Humpty hugged her.
    And it wasn’t a lecherous hug, and it wasn’t crude or dirty or mean. It was sweet and warm and made Alice feel nice inside.
    “Now let’s go to the orgy and get us some tail!” he said, and they didn’t bother dressing (except for Alice slipping on her blue pumps) but simply hurried through yet another path in the woods, this one warm and humid like a warm and humid tunnel or cave or something totally unerotic like that.

Chapter 7
The Lion and the Unicorn
    After all the sex she’d had in the past eighty-odd pages, Alice was feeling quite sated, and the closer she and Humpty came to Lion and Unicorn Park, and the more annoying sticks and mud and nettles they had to wade through, the less Alice felt she needed more sex.
    “So tell me something, Humpty.”
    “Something, Alice.”
    “No, I mean answer a question.”
    “Okay then. My answer is yes.”
    “I haven’t asked the question yet.”
    “Maybe not, but that’s my standard response to any question directed to me from a hot woman. Especially one who is completely naked, such as yourself.”
    Alice supposed that was fair, having read a bit on the subject of testosterone and the male sex drive, so instead of commenting, she just went ahead and asked her question. “Do I have to have sex with everyone I meet in Looking Glass Land?”
    “Are you talking about everyone
you
meet? Or everyone
your genitals
meet? Because by then, Alice, you’re already having sex.”
    Alice shook her head. She’d come to like Humpty, but she realized that like Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, she liked sex with him much better than conversation. But since he was walking with her now, and she wanted to know the answer to her question before she arrived at the orgy, she decided not to get too annoyed. “Do I have to have sex with everyone I see, whether I want to or not?”
    “Didn’t you want to have sex with me, Alice?” The poor egg-shaped man looked a bit bereft.
    Alice had to be honest, because honesty is a heroic trait and she is the heroine of this story. “Not at first, no. But then you kind of grew on me.”
    “I grew really hard and thick, and you wanted to try out the chode.”
    She glanced down at his outrageously wide member, which was back to being rigid and bouncing with each of his fat-legged strides. “Actually, yes.”
    “Did it stretch your mind, Alice?”
    “I think so, yes.” Truth be told, it had also stretched other parts, parts that were still a bit sore. “But if I don’t want to have sex with someone in this place, can I decide not to? Because it seems that I’m humping everyone in sight.”
    “Only you can answer that, Alice.”
    Alice thought about that for a few steps. “I don’t seem to be very discerning.”
    “Maybe you’re just becoming more open-minded.” Humpty shrugged. “Just because you fantasize about something Alice, doesn’t mean you necessarily have to do it in real life.”
    “In real life, I haven’t slept with anyone since I broke up with Lewis.” And right then, she felt like she wanted to cry again for what she had done to him. “And I most want to be with him.”
    Humpty looked bored. “That’s nice.”
    “But on this side of the looking glass, I seem to be having sex at the drop of a hat with everyone I see.”
    “That’s because this is a sexual fantasy, Alice.”
    “What?”
    “A fantasy. Think about it, Alice. Why would you fantasize about someone you
didn’t
want to have sex with? I mean those individuals wouldn’t even
be
in your fantasy in the first place. That would just be a